The
one night that would strike fear into the hearts of all teenagers;
popular or not, gorgeous or unfortunate, confident or insecure. Sam
Winchester was one of them.

His
parents had seen him off at the door when he hopped into the shiny
black limo and drove off to the house in which his date was
preparing. Rachel Nave. Sam couldn't deny he was excited about
going with her; she was quite beautiful – and not an altogether
horrible person. He had approached her with the invitation to be his
prom date a few weeks ago when he had seem her roaming the school
halls alone with tears streaking down her face. There wasn't really
much romantic intention behind their partnership tonight, but Sam
would it would be fun; and who knows? Something could happen.

The
limo pulled up outside a two-story house of cream bricks and a
perfectly manicured lawn. He climbed out and trekked up the pathway,
passing a bird bath and a small statue of a baby winged angel on a
raised pillar before reaching the front door.

Running
his eyes down the sides of the door, Sam couldn't find a doorbell.
Figuring he would have to knock – the house was so big it was
unlikely they would be close enough to hear him – he saw a thin
golden cord hanging beneath the veranda light. He decided it was
worth a shot and gripped it, pulling and creating a deep, medieval
gong that echoed inside. Sam panicked for a moment as the sound was
so loud and strong – but he reminded himself that that was indeed
the doorbell's purpose.

His
concerns that his arrival wouldn't be heard vanished and he noticed
heavy footsteps getting closer from inside. There was a shadow in the
stain-glass strips of the door and the lock clicked before Sam's
face was flooded with light coming from a chandelier within the
entrance hall.

"Hello.. Mr
Nave. I'm uh, Sam Winchester? I'm taking your daughter to the
prom. Is she.. do you know if she's ready yet?" Sam attempted to
act formally, his hands clasped together in front of him.

Mr
Nave looked up to see Sam, quite the tall young man, and smiled.

"She
should be just about ready Sam, come on in while you wait."

Sam
respectfully nodded and stepped inside, hearing his footsteps resound
through the tiles floor. Behind him Sam was sure he heard a very
old-fashioned engine drive by, it was scary how much it sounded like
his brother's Impala. He ignored it however, proceeding in to wait
for Rachel.

He
stood awkwardly in the lounge room, Rachel's father watching the
television raptly and seemingly ignorant of Sam's continued
presence. The walls were embellished by framed family photographs and
a large elaborately designed mirror over the display cabinet. Sam got
the impression that this house was greatly for show.

Sam
had never really been one for basketball – despite his height –
but he joined Mr Nave's viewing to distract him from how long
Rachel was taking.

"Oh
Sam you're here!" a mature female voice called out. Sam turned
around from his position beside the coffee table to see Rachel's
mother smiling at him from the doorway. "Rachel's coming now."

Sam
thanked her and returned to the entrance hall. Down an elegant tiled
staircase came a thin black-haired girl with startling blue eyes and
a silvery-blue dress. Sam stood transfixed for a moment before coming
to the realisation hat Mrs Nave probably wouldn't appreciate a
teenage boy gawking at her daughter.

Rachel
reached the final step with a sharp thud of her heel and Sam stepped
back to let her approach the front door.

"Ok
you kids have fun now! Don't go too crazy!" Mrs Nave smiled, her
appreciated sense of humour coming out. Sam and Rachel said their
goodbyes as they hurried down the path and back to the limo where Sam
opened the door for his partner to step inside.

Comfortably
settled in the limo for the short trip to the function centre, Rachel
spent most of it describing the dilemma she had encountered when the
necklace she'd ordered hadn't matched her earrings. In the end,
she explained, she had managed to find a completely new set which was
even better so everything had turned out fine.

Sam
laughed with her, acknowledging that he'd never had a conversation
along there lines with Rachel before, it was strangely
out-of-character from the general high school girl he knew. He had
never known her to be one for extremities.

'Oh
well.' Sam shrugged it off as Rachel was cut off about her shoes
from the much-anticipated arrival to the prom. There were milos and
flashy cars lining the long street, and suits and gowns strolled the
front of the large function centre.

Sam
and Rachel's limo came to a stop and Sam got out, walking around to
open Rachel's door and allowing her to grab his hand and step out
where she sparkled under the streetlights. Sam had a word with their
driver, indicating that he would call when they were o be picked up
at the end of the night. After that, the limo drove off and Sam
turned to see Rachel talking animatedly to a pack of girls – all 3
inches taller than usual due to their stilettos.

There
was a flash of moving black and Sam's head whizzed around to see a
mass of limos hat exact colour. Funny, he could have sworn he saw an
older model…

The
night carried on and Sam was quite enjoying himself. He had been
talking to a wide variety of people but Rachel had disappeared into
the crowd without warning earlier – only returning for meals which
she barely picked at.

Finally
it came time for everyone to be seated and for the awards to
commence. The awards was just a bit of fun for everybody in their
year group; most of them completely bizarre and only bestowed upon
people for a good laugh. And there were some awards voted for on the
night; the best couple, the best dressed boy and girl – other
complimenting titles joining the list.

But
Sam was not sitting down or watching people get on stage; Sam was
looking for Rachel. He hadn't seen her arrive inside at the
announcement of the awards and he was curious to know where she'd
gotten to.

Stepping
out of the stuffy hall and out into the fresh night air, Sam saw it –
the car that had been haunting him all night; a 1967 Chevrolet
Impala. Cocking his head to the side, Sam caught movement off to his
left and turned to see two people on a bench practically fused
together at the mouth. Sam's eyes ran over the girl in the
silvery-blue dress and then the older guy in a khaki tee and jeans in
disbelief.

The
two still seemed oblivious to Sam's presence and he lowered his
eyebrows, narrowing his eyes and returning into the hall with his
insides burning. Sam grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair
and moved for the exit again, not even looking when he and Rachel
were announced "best couple".

As
he walked past Rachel and Dean on the bench, the award flashed in
Sam's mind again. Best couple? They hadn't even been seen
together since their arrival. And Rachel certainly wasn't living up
to her bestowed title.

Dean
had apparently seen something, releasing himself from Rachel's lips
to see Sam – jacket slung over his shoulder – walking away down
the street.

"Home."
Sam called back flatly, continuing his wide strides away from the
prom.

"Sammy!
Hey wait up!"

"Thanks
Dean! I appreciate that you skipped out on my graduation, but turned
up for my prom. I mean hell! You even got rewarded." Sam spoke
without even turning back; he could hear Dean still trying to catch
up with him.

"Sam!
Sammy!! Wait! You're my brother!!"

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